Chapter Two – Kasumi and Ayane
It seemed to last forever. They both wanted to stop but they can't. It was just too weird, some months ago they were fighting for their lives and now, they're all dressed up in sexy bikinis to play against each other on an island paradise. To play volleyball. Perfectly peacefully.
Kasumi seemed to be afraid of Christie's pure-venom stare. She appeared to be trying hard not to tell Ayane about Christie's presence, to unable all communication between herself and Ayane, because they were supposed to hate each other. Christie almost laughed at the sight. Silly college girls. Never minding the warm-ups, she continued to enjoy the sight of the confused Kasumi.
Lisa, who had finished her own business, apparently DIDN'T notice their strange behavior. Scooping up the ball, she spoke loudly to everyone, 'Okay, let's get on with it. I can't stand the excitement.' Then, whispering to Christie, 'Let's just get it over with. But remember to keep track of their movement. THEN we can learn their weak points.
Christie looked like Lisa had just said something very stupid. Ayane and Kasumi actually glanced at each other for a fraction of a second. Actually Ayane started it first. Could they be thinking the same thing at the same time? It's a pity that they're enemies.
Without warning, Lisa served.
The ball flew across the net, and the half-sisters, with immediate sense, paid all attention to the yellow-and-white volleyball. Ayane, as if forgetting about Kasumi, spiked the ball as hard as she could. Christie, good at defense and tall, tried to push the ball across the net before it could come over. She soared – stretched her arms – and missed. The ball hit sand and bounced off. Lisa looked as if she was trying not to cry. Though Christie looked as if she doesn't know how people feel, actually she does. Damn good at it too. She just thinks that doing the actual caring is unimportant. Knowing how they feel is but very useful in the job of an assassin. Good for tracking and detective work before the killing.
0-1
It was Ayane's turn to serve. A tint of pride was already in her eyes. More like 70% of pride and 30% of despise. Her power was low, but her technique was super. She knew how to control where the ball goes, an how it goes. The ball landed right between Lisa and Christie. Both were too slow to move.
0-2
Ayane almost laughed. Kasumi, however, looked reluctant to beat them, especially with her enemy, Ayane.
Suddenly, an idea floated into Christie's mind. Yeah, they don't pop into her mind. For Chrisite, they float.
Kasumi and Ayane are enemies. They do NOT cooperate with each other, right? It's always Ayane who gets the serve, while Kasumi does the dirty work (like always passing the ball to Ayane so she can have a chance to spike). That's their weakpoint. All you have to do is to make the ball get to Kasumi's side. Ayane, because of her huge pride, will NOT go over to get it. Kasumi will have a chance to get it. As she will be too shy to pass it to Ayane, she'll throw it across the net by herself. With such low power, the ball will just come over the net, making a chance for Christie or Lisa to spike. As they both have stronger power than Ayane or Kasumi, they will perform quite a good spike. Kasumi hasn't recovered from her throw, so Ayane has to get the ball. Fortunately for Christie's team and unfortunate for Kasumi's, Ayane has horribly low defense too. She will not be able to handle the spike herself without slowing the energy. Thus, she'll collapse.
Christie was quite proud with herself for thinking of such an idea. She told it to Lisa.
'Hey, that sounds good. Okay, we'll try. If that succeeds, we'll be history.'
Christie didn't think that winning a match of volleyball would make them history, but anyway.
Lisa glanced at Kasumi with what she thought was a fierce look.
Kasumi merely looked taken back.
'Don't waste my precious time, girl! Serve now and get over with it! I need to do my beauty treatment!' Ayane called.
Lisa gave her the so-called fierce look, and made a powerful jump serve.
Kasumi, astonished that she actually got a chance in even touching the ball, was a bit slow. As guessed, she made a feeble toss, which made the ball come just over the net. Christie knew what she should do. She soared up. All time – the ball, herself – seemed to have slow-motioned. The ball was closing in. She was at the same level with it. It was coming closer, closer. No time to dream before it hits your face, she thought. She put all her strength into her right arm – and punched as hard as she could. At least that's what she thought. A micro-second before her hand touched the ball, time went normal again. The ball seemed to gain its strength, soaring with all its might into her face.
BANG.
Christie felt nothing. Her strength was put into her arm, but now it seemed limp, having punched thin air. Did she have a black out? No, I've got to wake up....we'll continue the game..........She opened her eyes with all her might.
'UGH!'
Blazing sunlight torched her eyes aflame. Wait, does that make sense? No, it doesn't.
Her mouth was full of sand; her nails too, were uncomfortably stuffed with sand. The moment she gained her consciousness, searing pain broke out on her face.
'AARRRRRRRRGHhhhhhhhh..........'
She rolled pathetically on the sand, the sun setting her face on fire.
'Hey, are you okay? Let's get back to the hotel, shall we?' Lisa's voice rang through her head.
'No...no.....I'll...I'll go by myself.....'
Giggles were heard in a distance. If Christie didn't know they were from Ayane and Kasumi, she would've thought there were giggling angels all around her.
Now they gave an image of two boil-covered green witches cackling.
She managed to climb up by herself and head back to the hotel.
It seemed to last forever. They both wanted to stop but they can't. It was just too weird, some months ago they were fighting for their lives and now, they're all dressed up in sexy bikinis to play against each other on an island paradise. To play volleyball. Perfectly peacefully.
Kasumi seemed to be afraid of Christie's pure-venom stare. She appeared to be trying hard not to tell Ayane about Christie's presence, to unable all communication between herself and Ayane, because they were supposed to hate each other. Christie almost laughed at the sight. Silly college girls. Never minding the warm-ups, she continued to enjoy the sight of the confused Kasumi.
Lisa, who had finished her own business, apparently DIDN'T notice their strange behavior. Scooping up the ball, she spoke loudly to everyone, 'Okay, let's get on with it. I can't stand the excitement.' Then, whispering to Christie, 'Let's just get it over with. But remember to keep track of their movement. THEN we can learn their weak points.
Christie looked like Lisa had just said something very stupid. Ayane and Kasumi actually glanced at each other for a fraction of a second. Actually Ayane started it first. Could they be thinking the same thing at the same time? It's a pity that they're enemies.
Without warning, Lisa served.
The ball flew across the net, and the half-sisters, with immediate sense, paid all attention to the yellow-and-white volleyball. Ayane, as if forgetting about Kasumi, spiked the ball as hard as she could. Christie, good at defense and tall, tried to push the ball across the net before it could come over. She soared – stretched her arms – and missed. The ball hit sand and bounced off. Lisa looked as if she was trying not to cry. Though Christie looked as if she doesn't know how people feel, actually she does. Damn good at it too. She just thinks that doing the actual caring is unimportant. Knowing how they feel is but very useful in the job of an assassin. Good for tracking and detective work before the killing.
0-1
It was Ayane's turn to serve. A tint of pride was already in her eyes. More like 70% of pride and 30% of despise. Her power was low, but her technique was super. She knew how to control where the ball goes, an how it goes. The ball landed right between Lisa and Christie. Both were too slow to move.
0-2
Ayane almost laughed. Kasumi, however, looked reluctant to beat them, especially with her enemy, Ayane.
Suddenly, an idea floated into Christie's mind. Yeah, they don't pop into her mind. For Chrisite, they float.
Kasumi and Ayane are enemies. They do NOT cooperate with each other, right? It's always Ayane who gets the serve, while Kasumi does the dirty work (like always passing the ball to Ayane so she can have a chance to spike). That's their weakpoint. All you have to do is to make the ball get to Kasumi's side. Ayane, because of her huge pride, will NOT go over to get it. Kasumi will have a chance to get it. As she will be too shy to pass it to Ayane, she'll throw it across the net by herself. With such low power, the ball will just come over the net, making a chance for Christie or Lisa to spike. As they both have stronger power than Ayane or Kasumi, they will perform quite a good spike. Kasumi hasn't recovered from her throw, so Ayane has to get the ball. Fortunately for Christie's team and unfortunate for Kasumi's, Ayane has horribly low defense too. She will not be able to handle the spike herself without slowing the energy. Thus, she'll collapse.
Christie was quite proud with herself for thinking of such an idea. She told it to Lisa.
'Hey, that sounds good. Okay, we'll try. If that succeeds, we'll be history.'
Christie didn't think that winning a match of volleyball would make them history, but anyway.
Lisa glanced at Kasumi with what she thought was a fierce look.
Kasumi merely looked taken back.
'Don't waste my precious time, girl! Serve now and get over with it! I need to do my beauty treatment!' Ayane called.
Lisa gave her the so-called fierce look, and made a powerful jump serve.
Kasumi, astonished that she actually got a chance in even touching the ball, was a bit slow. As guessed, she made a feeble toss, which made the ball come just over the net. Christie knew what she should do. She soared up. All time – the ball, herself – seemed to have slow-motioned. The ball was closing in. She was at the same level with it. It was coming closer, closer. No time to dream before it hits your face, she thought. She put all her strength into her right arm – and punched as hard as she could. At least that's what she thought. A micro-second before her hand touched the ball, time went normal again. The ball seemed to gain its strength, soaring with all its might into her face.
BANG.
Christie felt nothing. Her strength was put into her arm, but now it seemed limp, having punched thin air. Did she have a black out? No, I've got to wake up....we'll continue the game..........She opened her eyes with all her might.
'UGH!'
Blazing sunlight torched her eyes aflame. Wait, does that make sense? No, it doesn't.
Her mouth was full of sand; her nails too, were uncomfortably stuffed with sand. The moment she gained her consciousness, searing pain broke out on her face.
'AARRRRRRRRGHhhhhhhhh..........'
She rolled pathetically on the sand, the sun setting her face on fire.
'Hey, are you okay? Let's get back to the hotel, shall we?' Lisa's voice rang through her head.
'No...no.....I'll...I'll go by myself.....'
Giggles were heard in a distance. If Christie didn't know they were from Ayane and Kasumi, she would've thought there were giggling angels all around her.
Now they gave an image of two boil-covered green witches cackling.
She managed to climb up by herself and head back to the hotel.